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Dear Father, We Dream…

Although you died four and a half years ago, memories of you linger in friends and family while the fruit of your loin wanders Earth both aimlessly and intentionally.

One of your dying wishes to me was to end the political path of whom you called the Communist Clintons, you having worried about the Soviet influence on Bill Clinton back when he visited the USSR many, many years ago.

Ironically, it appears that the new U.S. President-elect, Donald Trump, is just as much influenced by Russian politics today, albeit more in the vein of despotic crony capitalism than despotic crony communism.

We never got to discuss the removal of labels and look together at the universe down to the level of sets of states of energy in motion.

And that’s too bad.

Because if we had, we would have analysed the near future more clearly, free of anachronistic terminology.

That’s okay.

I don’t mind being here in your stead.

I don’t mind chronicling the future of sets of states of energy like us but not like us.

It’s not what I wanted but it is what I have, being here, who I am, writing in this public space.

Counting down the days to Martian settlement and further exploration of the solar system/cosmos.

Short-term “political” trends simply a set of spacetime markers to delineate when technological advances were made/discovered/invented/manufactured.

If, theoretically, life begins at 100, I've hardly started. Let's go on this journey together toward crossgenerational understanding, even when we agree to disagree about the symbols we use to describe "journey" or anything else that we trust each other to accept as fact, fiction, or ether/either.